If you can call running around like a chicken with my head cut off “lazing.” Alas, this is what happens when you postpone all your errands and procrastinate on anything on the To-Do list that isn’t associated with Finishing the Damn Book until you finish the damn book. Now, the To-Do list is getting payback. The list is an entire 8 x 11 page long, 10 pt. Times New Roman. That’s some humongoid list. And that was where I stopped. I wasn’t making a two-page list. The other stuff is in my head, however. It’s weekend stuff. It doesn’t merit a list.
However, I am taking the time to refill the well, too. Yesterday was my father’s birthday, and I enjoyed a leisurely two hours visiting with the oldster, my mom, and the Little Pisser. Today, I’m having lunch with a couple of old writing buddies (as in I’ve known them forever) that I used to meet with once a month, but now we’re lucky if we manage once a year. And this weekend I’ll enjoy an outing with both sisters and my niece.
I’ve also had a lot of fun experimenting with my new camera. Although I’m not much of a gardener, I’ve discovered I love strapping on the extra-super-duper zoom lens and taking pictures of flowers. I’ll post a few over the next couple of weeks. Here’s a taste, a blossom from my mom’s pink peony tree:
